This is not a movie review. This is a response to the character of Hellboy.
If you asked me years ago why I decided to cosplay Hellboy, I’m not sure how I would have answered….
All tagged oppression
Someone seems to always have to bend, don’t they? I started thinking about who and why I try not to be that person anymore.
Disclosure: This isn’t a review; it’s a response. There are minimal spoilers. And before you take the title and run with it, I did like the movie.
We live trapped lives that we do not choose but once we have the option to choose, will we repeat what we hate or build something new?
American culture loves the idea of forgiveness. Adores it. If I’ve learned one thing about being Black in this culture, it’s that you need to be suspect of anything white amerikkka loves because if white amerikkka loves it, it’s probably exploiting and killing Black people.
Men got a lot of work to do and not just because you may have daughters…
If you only rock with me when I’m happy then you are kind of a trash person who finds my humanity inconvenient.
This is going to be complicated. You’ve been warned.
Setting aside our "differences" is oppression in disguise…
I am not okay and I’m not gonna pretend I am to keep you comfortable…especially while y’all on that bullshit.
I’ve heard some kind of variation of “Why can’t you just trust me and do what I want” from people all my life and it’s bullshit.
It has been my proximity to whiteness that has shown me the errors of my perceptions of whiteness. It is a lesson I needed to learn but still struggle with accepting.
White women benefit from white supremacy. Just not the patriarchy and they don’t seem to care.
Election time is constant warfare on Black people and white people don’t change their whites-only agenda, regardless of how it hurts them…
Monsters rule the world and we’re just waiting to die. Tired is my not so new normal and as the illusions of our situation continue to crumble to dust before us, I can’t even fake enthusiasm anymore.
I ain’t your superwoman and it’s time for that narrative to die.
I am an American who is not an American. My skin is too brown, my body too female and fat, and I cannot and will not occupy the space that amerikkka tries to coerce me into occupying to belong. I cannot neutralize my physicality enough to make whiteness comfortable with my presence and I no longer try. The truth of my existence here is apparent – I will never belong, and I am only mildly tolerable when I perform the roles white patriarchy dictates. And that is not who I choose to be.
I have this thing for Thanos and I hate what it says about me and my perception of people. But I am a product of my environment…I just happen to be aware of how much of a product I am.
Stop sacrificing yourself for whiteness. It doesn’t not serve anything EXCEPT whiteness and that shit is a poison released across the globe.